Blue sky, white clouds, red carpet, drums, border breeze, columns of soldiers on horses.

The news of unification came.

The generals, Wenchen, and Qincha smiled slightly.

It's a must-have, isn't it?

The Goryeo envoys' hearts tightened and became more respectful.

On the way to Huanglong, the Goryeo envoys looked at the wasteland that used to be a large area, but now it was almost terraced.

Privately, a few words were spoken in their chirping language.

Entering Huanglong City, the people of the city were dressed decently, with happiness on their faces, waving small flags.

Don't get me wrong, they're really excited, not exactly welcoming.

The southern front, close to the battle line, and the cities close to it are recruited in large numbers.

Here, although Huanglong did not send people to the front line twice later, cities like Huanglong and other soldiers that were inconvenient to transport to the front line were burdened with heavier taxes than other cities.

Last year and the beginning of this year alone, the grain transport teams sent by the Huanglong government four times were not in sight.

Coupled with the chili noodles, war horses, grain and grass in the military household area, and a cart of whetstones, a large number of materials are being transported to the capital, and then sent to the front line through the capital.

The war is finally over, and the people are really relieved.

And some of the people's families still have children who didn't come back from the first conscription.

I don't know if it's dead or alive.

This time it's all over, and there will be no news for another year and a half, which means that he can't come back and died on the front line. At least you don't have to worry about it anymore.

The Goryeo envoys began to observe again, and the appearance of Huanglong was different from that of before.

This civil war is fought, what's the matter, this is getting rich?

……

At Huanglong's diplomatic banquet, Song Fusheng observed Yang Mingyuan.

The country has been dominated, and the diplomatic rhetoric that was prepared before is about to change.

At this time, Mingyuan didn't have time to prepare for his speech, and he didn't know it until he greeted him.

That Yang Mingyuan, as a messenger sent by the emperor, was young and obviously had no experience, but he dealt with it decently.

Song Fusheng felt that today was to change himself to Qincha, maybe he was not as good as Yang Mingyuan.

The little words are set up, and I know the situation in Goryeo well, and at first glance, I have put a lot of effort into it, and it is very solid.

I have to say that this young child, sitting in the banquet, taking on heavy responsibilities, is also very stylish in his every move.

It made him have a delusion, and it was difficult to connect Yang Mingyuan, who had stood on the second floor of the dim sum shop, and Yang Mingyuan, who was a little immature on the way to the imperial examination.

Hanlin Academy, are you so experienced?

Not only Song Fusheng, but even General Liu raised his eyebrows slightly:

This Yang Qincha is a talent, and he finally understands why the emperor chose such a person around him.

Yang Qincha looks more decent than the Qincha who came before, mainly on behalf of the dynasty, the emperor, and the great country, and he can win this piece if he looks good.

I came here before, and I was too old.

No matter how upright it is, it also has old folds, giving people the impression of sunset.

Originally, I thought that Yang Qincha was too young, and I was worried that his temperament would not be as good as those who were scheming. Fortunately, with a general of his age and the Song Governor's Mansion in charge, he can control it.

But I didn't expect that they were useless, and Yang Qincha could handle the temperament, quite calm.

After the night banquet, Song Fusheng was slightly red from drinking, and he had been away from home for several days, and was about to return to the backyard after collecting the accumulated approval documents.

Qin Zhubo knocked on the door and asked, "My lord, Yang Qin is here." ”

Yang Mingyuan, who had changed out of a chaser suit, said outside: "Uncle Song, I want to see you." ”

Uncle Song, it means that it was a private meeting, and he wanted to talk about the private matter that had been put on hold for many days.

Song Fusheng licked his lower lip and muttered for a few seconds before he said, "Let him in." ”

Qin Zhubo is very discerning, and he intuitively feels that there is a bit of embarrassment between these two people.

There was no need for the Song Governor's Mansion to instruct, so he invited Yang Qin to go in, pour tea, and then went to guard the outside in case the partition wall had ears.

Wearing ordinary clothes, he became the Yang Mingyuan that Song Fusheng was familiar with.

He said cautiously: "Uncle Song, I expressed a little messily that day, in fact, there are still many things I want to say, and there are still many things I can fight for myself." ”

"Mingyuan, there is no need to say more. Since you're here to talk to me about this, after so many days, you always have to reply, and I'll have a few words with you. ”

"Uncle, you speak."

"As a father, I know my daughter very well, and after careful consideration, you are not suitable for my family, I don't agree."

"Uncle?" Yang Mingyuan's eyes were full of faint sorrow. He found that there were some things that he didn't have that kind of life.

If he refuses this sentence, he will no longer be qualified.

I never had a chance to see the clever and eccentric Miss Song again.

The next time we meet, will we be on the street or will we see her become someone else's wife?

There is no chance to be a relative for him to warm Uncle Song.

In his imagination, Uncle Song became his father-in-law, he accompanied Poria back to the door, he accompanied his father-in-law to drink, he and Poria had a child, watching the little guy run into the courtyard happily, smiling and scolding Don't worry, it will eventually come to naught, and it will eventually become an imagination.

"Uncle, where it doesn't fit, I can change it, and it will be suitable."

That's too ......

Song Fusheng watched Yang Mingyuan fall into tears.

In fact, these days, he has heard that the kid has been drinking every day since he left his house and has been sick.

At that time, he thought to himself:

If you kid forgets your official identity and delays big things, then I look down on you even more.

You're too unreliable.

I'm not going to remind you, though, that there is no such obligation. You didn't treat me as a friend, and you used me as a quasi-father-in-law, so I can't remind me, lest you misunderstand.

Unexpectedly, before leaving, Yang Mingyuan began to adjust.

At this time, Song Fusheng said again:

It is indeed inappropriate, and it has nothing to do with anything else, whether you believe it or not.

Getting married, it's not two people living a life, it's two families. I won't go into too much detail.

Mingyuan, take the team back.

I hope to see you next time, you are married, this is your blessing to you if you call me uncle. ”

Song Fusheng picked up the teacup, this is the send-off, and he didn't say a word.

Yang Mingyuan did not appear in front of Song Lingling until he left.

Although he wanted to say a few words to Poria face-to-face.

He also had the opportunity to appear, Song Fuling went back and forth in and out of the dim sum shop, and also went to the bookstore.

But he chose not to bother.

If it is no longer possible, don't affect the reputation of others. This is his greatest kindness to the girl he likes.

Song Lingling inadvertently received a letter, and after reading the content of the letter, she guessed that it was Yang Mingyuan.

In the letter, Yang Mingyuan did not express the friendship between men and women, but apologized for writing Poria cocos into the book.

Even afraid of being seen by others, the tone used is in the third person, and before Poria comes in, he puts it in the book and leaves.

Poria stood in the bookstore, looking around in confusion: it was strange how he knew she had been reading the book lately.

The Goryeo envoy group left, Yang Qincha lifted the curtain of the car, felt the streets here again, and repeated in his mind in the heavy rain, he held the unusable test basket, and Miss Song poked her head out of the carriage and waved at him.

That time, only that time, he saw full of kindness and care in Miss Song's eyes.

At that time, he thought, you don't have to get in the car, you wave your hand, and I feel sweeter than anything else.

Two teams, passing by.

Song Fusheng finally sent one away, listen, what did he hear?

The emperor announced to the state capitals that Lu Pan was crowned king.

Or the Prince.

You can do it too, you whole prince!